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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.