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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.