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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.