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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Smog,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.