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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.