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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.