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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.