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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Zapp,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.