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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
MDC,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.