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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.