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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Can,
the Swans,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Franke,
X-102,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.