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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Technova,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.