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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Slits,
the Germs,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.