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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.