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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.