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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.