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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Junior Murvin,
Can,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.