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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Index,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.