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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.