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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.