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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.