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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
AZ,
Lakeside,
UT,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.