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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.