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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.