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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Busters,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.