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 Libya 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.