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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Pole,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.