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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.