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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.