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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.