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 Spain 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.