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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.