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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.