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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.