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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.