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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Cluster,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.