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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.