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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.