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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.