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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.