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 Solomon Islands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.