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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.