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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.