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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.