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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
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.