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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.