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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Franke,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.