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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pole to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.