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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.