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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Brick,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.