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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Technova to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Quantec,
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.