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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Cure,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.