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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.