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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Lyres,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.