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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
The Remains,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.