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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.