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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.