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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.