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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.