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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.