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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.