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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.