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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.