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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.