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 Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.