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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.