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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Index,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.