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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.