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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.