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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Chrome,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.