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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.