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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.