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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Visage,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.