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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
X-101,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.