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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.