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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.