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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
MDC,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.