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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Television,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
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Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.