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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.