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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
the Association,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.