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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.