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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.