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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Index,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.