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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Index,
Crime,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.