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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.