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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.