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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Whodini,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.