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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
10cc,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
X-101,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.