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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.