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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.