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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.