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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.