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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Smog,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.