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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
June Days,
the Association,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.