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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.