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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.