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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Can,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.