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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.