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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.