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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
X-102,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.