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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.