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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.