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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.