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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.