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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
10cc,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
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.