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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.