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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.