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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.