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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.