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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.