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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.