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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.