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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.