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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.