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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Negative Approach 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.