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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
the Normal,
Nas,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.