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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.