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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.