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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.