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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.