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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.