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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.