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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.