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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Faust,
the Association,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.