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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.