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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.