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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Slave,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.