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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.