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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.