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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.