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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.