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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Visage,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Franke,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.