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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
UT,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.