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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.