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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.