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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.