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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.