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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.