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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Human League,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.