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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.