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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.