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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.