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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.