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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.