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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
UT,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.