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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Litter 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.