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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.