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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.