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 Nepal 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.