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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.