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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.