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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.