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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.