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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.