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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.