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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Can,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.