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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 808 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.