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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.