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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.