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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.