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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.