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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.