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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.