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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.