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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Remains,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.