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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.