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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.