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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.