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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.