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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.