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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.