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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.