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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.