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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.