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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.