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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.