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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.