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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wings to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.