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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.