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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.