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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.