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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.