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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.