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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.