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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.