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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.