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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.