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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.