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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.