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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.