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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Gong,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.