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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Index,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.