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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.