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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.