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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Japan,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.