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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.