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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.