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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
UT,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.