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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The Busters,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.