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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Niagra,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.