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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.