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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.