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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.