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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.