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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.