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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.