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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.