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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.