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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.