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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.