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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.