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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.