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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.