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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cybotron 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.