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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.