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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.