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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.