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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Brick,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.