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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.