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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.