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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.