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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cure,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.