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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.