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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.