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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.