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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Scientists,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.