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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.