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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.