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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.