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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.