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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.