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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.