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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.