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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.