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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.