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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Scion,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Names,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.