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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.