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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Scion,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.