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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.