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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Sparks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.