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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
UT,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.