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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.