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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.