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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.