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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.