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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.