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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.