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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.