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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.