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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.