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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.