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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Visage,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.