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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.