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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.