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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.