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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.