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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.