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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.