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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.