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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.