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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.