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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.