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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.