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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.