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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.