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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.