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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.