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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.