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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Smog,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.