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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.