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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.