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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Can,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.