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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Organ,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.