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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Index,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.