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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
X-101,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.