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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.