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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.