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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.