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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.