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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.