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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.