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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.