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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.