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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.