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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.