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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.