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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.