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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.