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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.