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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.