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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Ossler,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.