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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.