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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.