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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.