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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
The Names,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.