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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.