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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.