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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.