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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.