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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.