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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Technova 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.