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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Television,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.