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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.