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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.