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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.