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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.