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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Smog,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.