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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.