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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.