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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.