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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.