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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.