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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.