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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.