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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.