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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.