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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.