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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.