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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.