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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.