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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.