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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.