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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.