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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.