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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
UT,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.