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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.