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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.