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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.