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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
UT,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.