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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.