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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.