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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.