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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
PIL,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.