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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.