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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.