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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.