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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.