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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.