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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.