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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.