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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.