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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.