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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
JFA,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.