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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Swans,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.