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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.