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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.