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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.