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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.