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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.