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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.