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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.