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 Kenya and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.