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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.