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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.