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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.