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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.