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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.