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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.