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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.