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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.