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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.