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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.