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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.