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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.