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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Index,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.