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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.