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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.