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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.