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 Israel 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.