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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.