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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.