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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.