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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.