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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Technova to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.