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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Index,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.