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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.