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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.