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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.