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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.