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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.