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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.