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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.