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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.