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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.