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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.