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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.