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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.