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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.