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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.