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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.