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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.