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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.