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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.