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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.