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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.