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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.