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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.