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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.