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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
AZ,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.