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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.