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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Model 500,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.