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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.