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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.