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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.