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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.