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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.