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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.