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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Index,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.