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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.