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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.