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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.