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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.