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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.