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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Q65,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.