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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Motorama to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.