Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.