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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.