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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.