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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.