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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.