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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
CMW,
X-101,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.