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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.