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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Monks,
Television,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.