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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.