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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.