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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Crime,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.