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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.