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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.