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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.