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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.