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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Suicide,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.