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 China and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.