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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.