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 Chile and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.