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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.