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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.