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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Magma,
X-102,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Pole,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.