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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.