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 Kiribati 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.