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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.