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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.