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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.