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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.