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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.