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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.