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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.