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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.