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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.