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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.