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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.