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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.