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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
the Association,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.