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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.