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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.