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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
CMW,
The Index,
Skriet,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.