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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.