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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.