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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.