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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.