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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.