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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.