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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.