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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.