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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.