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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Ronan,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.