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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.