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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.