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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.