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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.