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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.