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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.