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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.