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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.