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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.