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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.