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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.