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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.