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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.