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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Association,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.