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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.