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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Monks,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.