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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Technova,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.