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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Organ,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.