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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Franke,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.