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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.