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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Can,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.