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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.