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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.