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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.