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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.