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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.