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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.