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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
UT,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.