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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Franke,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.