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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
CMW,
Nico,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Josef K,
June Days,
the Slits,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.