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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Japan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.