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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.