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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.