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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.