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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.