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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.