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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.