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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Fear,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.