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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.