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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Move,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.