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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.