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 Ghana and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.