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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.