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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Pole,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.