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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.