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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.