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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.